Tired

Tired
Spent
The everyday drawl
In the language of survival
Making me foreign
To the prompt eloquence
Of the song that surrounds.

Tired
With first my bones
Then tissues
Drooping
Like heavy eyelids
Struggling
For that final glimpse
Of light as it slips away.

Spent
Broke again
Ingesting the shards
Those mistakes of the past
Only to choke and spew a dust to blanket
Walls and objects
Of yet another small room in which I reside.

Tired
About to fall asleep
In life
Dreams
Reduced to lay
Fetal
Returned to the start
To refresh all that I want
Can and will be…
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